He liked Cash Markham and he liked Pete, his saddle horse, and he was fond of Daddy who was still paying the penalty of seeking too carelessly for shade and, according to Cash's record, "getting it in his mouth, tongue, feet & all over body." Bud liked it--all except the blistering heat and the "side-winders" and other rattlers.

He did not bother with trying to formulate any explanation of why he liked it.

It may have been picturesque, though picturesqueness of that sort is better appreciated when it is seen through the dim radiance of memory that blurs sordid details.

Certainly it was not adventurous, as men have come to judge adventure.
Life droned along very dully.

Day after day was filled with petty details.